Little Prudy's Dotty Dimple by Sophie [pseud.] May
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curled over a stick, and now was more unhappy than usual, for it was
one of her "temper days." But at last cousin Percy Eastman happened to call in, and declared he must take his pretty cousin home with him in the carriage. "I'll get her ready," said Norah; "but you're sure to be sorry if you take her, for she's brimming over with mischief to-day." Dotty danced like a piece of thistledown. "There, Nono," said she, "I's goin' to auntie's my own self; Prudy'll have to give up." All this time Mrs. Parlin and the two older children were having a fine walk. It was a bright June day. Prudy said she had to sing to herself for all the things she saw looked as happy as if they were alive. As Prudy talked, she flew from flower to flower, like a honey-bee. "I can't wait for Prudy to walk so zigzag," said Susy. Mrs. Parlin suggested that Susy should keep on, and tell her aunt Eastman they were coming. Then she allowed Prudy to walk as "zigzag" as she pleased; for Mrs. Parlin had long patience with her children. "O, mamma," said Prudy, suddenly stopping short, and standing on one foot; "if there isn't a cow!" "I see, my dear, she is eating the sweet grass." "Yes, 'm; but don't its horns flare out like a pitchfork? Do you s'pose he knows how easy he could toss folks right up in the air?" |
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